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by Much-Dipstick 700 words, 20 comments, on Sep 23 2:05 PM. In Court, Descriptive, Food, King, Poison
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Her deathly glare leaves you unsteady/With chills down your spine/As her fingers trace your very soul/You breathe your last breath
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